Success. But Dave at the bike shop by the hash had to be the least friendly bike mechanic ever. Seeing us park across the street messing with the ipad, he emerged from the shop and stood staring. We crossed the street said hi and explained what we were doing. He said he was wondering rather to shoot us with the rifle or the .44, and he wasn't smiling. This was during business hours. I asked him if he wanted to see the great '85 Cannondale that I had out in the car. He said no and closed the door in our face. Weird.